It had been a busy week at the workshop due to the fact that they had to fight Pitch days before Christmas and most of the toys meant to be delivered to the children had been damaged. The Yetis were practically going insane remaking the new ones and North was very busy as well. The situation had been so bad to the point where the rest of the guardians had to be called in to assist the older man.

Toothiana and Sandy left their jobs to the rest of their minions to fill in for them temporarily whilst Bunnymund was practically free, since Easter was many days away. Jack was there too, the only job he had to sacrifice being giving snow days to children around the world. (He did complain about that a little.)

The moment the guardians stepped into the workshop, they knew that the situation had become even worse. Some Yetis were laying on the floor, having collapsed from the exhaustion. The elves were running amock, trying to help out as much as they could without making the job even harder while North was yelling orders about in frustration. It was obvious that he was exhausted, with swollen eyes and dark eye bags.

So the guardians helped out as much as they could. Toothiana, alongside some of her little fairies, helped the elves test the toys to ensure they worked properly. She also helped them deliver the materials to and fro, zipping about quickly around the workshop.

Sandy did the job he did best; ensure that all of the Yetis got a good rest as they slept between shifts. He made sure that his sand kept them in a deep slumber, allowing them to rest while there was a lot of noisy work going in the workshop.

Bunnymund helped too, mainly in the Kitchen. He was a fast cook and could whip up delicious meals quickly, so the myriad of Yetis who were in Kitchen duty were free to help in the workshop.

Jack Frost didn't really have much to do, so he self-appointed himself as the food tester, at least until he found himself the job of being Bunnymund's assistant. (Doing chores like stirring soup, etc etc)

By the end of the week, all of the toys were ready to be delivered right on time. North could not be any grateful than he was then, so when he came back in the morning, he immediately declared a for a party to be held in the workshop. It had been one hell of a party, Yetis were dancing, singing, drinking. North made the eggnog, which meant that it contained a hell lot of Vodka. So, by the end of the party, everyone was practically all over the place, passed out from being too drunk or exhausted. Bunnymund was the only one still awake, he wasn't much of a fan of drinking, so he had declined most of the eggnog. (He had a few cups though, North's eggnog were the best.)

He spent much of that time laying blankets over the passed out Yetis or Guardians. Hell, even Sandy had passed out, having been so tired after the entire ordeal.

When he finally finished laying blankets on everyone, he sat in front of the fireplace to finally rest. It was the first quiet moment he had to himself in so many days, and he couldn't have been as grateful for that.

He thought he'd been alone, at least until he was attacked by a drunken North.

"What d' hell, North?! Get the hell off!"

"...Auld...Lang Syne... *hic*"

"It's not even New Years yet, mate, get er' hold of yer' self!"

It had been a hassle, having to deal with a man twice his size, who seemed like he was attempting to strangle him in his drunken state. Before he knew it, North suddenly collapsed and pinned him to the ground.

"What the... GET O- Mph!"

That was it. North's lips were on his, and Bunnymund quickly used all of his remaining strength to throw the man off. He gasped for air and nearly threw up.

"I never want t' do that, EVER AGAIN." The Pooka grumbled, wiping his lips and rushing off to the bathroom to rinse his mouth; with as much mouthwash as he could find.

When North woke up, he didn't remember it, though he did wonder why he had a couple of bruises all over his body or why Bunnymund was angry at him for a few weeks to come.

Bunnymund did feel a little bad for overreacting, but to him, a kiss wasn't something to be given away so carelessly. A kiss was usually meant to symbolize a genuine bond or love between two. He hated giving away kisses carelessly, much less on the lips.

Though he still remembered clearly, the kiss tasted like sweet eggnog and vodka.